James moved sluggishly behind Poppy as they made their way into the hotel they decided to stay in for the night. Without knowledge of a genuine destination, they found themselves still in London after traveling in unintentional circles and being far too exhausted to try and fight consciousness for another moment. As she took the reins to check in, James moved around the area, his eyes taking in the art deco decor that seemed to be the go-to aesthetic for the sixties.
"Room 725…" she spoke while hanging the keys proudly into the air, swaying them back and forth in a teasing motion before moving to the elevators.
"I cannot wait to get some rest tonight…"
"What makes you think you will?" Poppy questioned as James was taken off guard before being pulled into the elevator. As her grip sat
